Imagine this is me walking down the magical hallway of time distortion. In mummy wrappings.Its taken grit and determination, but I have actually done some work on my assignment this evening. I was pretty damn pissed off to find that I can make it up on the computer and just e-mail it, nooo, I have to make a physical scrapbook. Which really makes all my scanning redundant unless I can get a colour printer somewhere. Perfect end to a rather bad day really. It was destined to be crap though; I knew that as soon as I left for work five minutes earlier than yesterday...but arrived at the same late time as the day before. You better believe I was pissed off. From then on in it was stuff up after stuff up. Its enough to make one want to throw it all in, but then again I see equivalent incompetancy on a daily basis & those people don't kill themselves, so maybe its all relative.
Anyway I just had to point out to everyone that something strange was going on with the time around my house, over and above the missing fifteen minutes in my room. And the 5 hours we've gained by the oven clock.
...hang on, the airforce is trying to get me to join, but the jokes on them, especially if they set me to signalling down jets. I'd get the perspective wrong with my bung eye kicking back, maxing relaxing or just chilling. Kicking it like Tae Bo even. Keeping people wondering. I don't know what part of the armed forces I would join if I were forced to, but I do know that my bar brawling signiture move would be creeping up on people and smashing glass bottles over their head.
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